Bloody annoying aren't they?
OH just got in, breathing heavily and mumbling a bit that he felt sick, wandered around looking sad to ensure I got the full benefit of how poorly he was pretending to be is, then took himself off to bed with a bin. We were due to go out for a meal so he could introduce me to some of his family tonight, they live down south so he never gets to see them as they never leave their farm.
Considering he works for himself, he managed to stay at work til nearly 6.30pm. If it was me I would have got myself home earlier, had a sleep and then perked myself up so as not to let my family down.
I am being really mean I know, but I am sick of him being 'ill' - he does no exercise at the mo and eats a tonne of junk (i can't really talk, but then again I don't buy myself a kebab and then moan about feeling rough) so I am kinda running out of sympathy. It seems that lots of weekends he mopes around feeling sorry for himself so I feel a bit stretched on the good wifey/nursing front.
Plus I was really looking forward to eating lovely Greek food tonight and now I have to be healthy and make myself a pasta salad ?